[Ink on notebook page with digital embellishments and color---and a bit of erasure poetry...]
I don't know about YOU folks, (I'm talking to YOU,) but I'm getting sick of staring at my stupid phone all the time... I didn't realize this until a day or two ago, but in my subconscious mind, the THING that runs that place KNEW back in January, when this piece was created, that I was burning out. I don't know. Seems like the physical world is calling, lately: records (instead of mp3s), comic books (instead of Kindle digital books), and crayons and pens and paper (instead of digital painting)...
Maybe I'm just in a bad mood... (That's probably it...)
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)